“I trust you," Raegan affirmed without hesitation.

A gentle smile played on Mitchel's lips. "Stay still. I'll handle the steering."

Mitchel's long legs extended from the passenger side, encroaching into the driver's space, which suddenly felt cramped.

"Mitchel..." Unable to see the road ahead, Raegan's anxiety grew.

"It's alright," Mitchel reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It's a preset route."

A preset route meant the vehicle's course was predetermined, independent of the driver's visibility.

Mitchel explained that Matteo had arranged for another vehicle to race ahead and set up a long airbag. Even if Raegan jumped, she wouldn't be injured.

Feeling slightly calmer, Raegan nodded.

“Are you ready?" Mitchel inquired.

Raegan nodded and anxiously questioned, “Why aren't you jumping out with me?"

“We can't both jump," Mitchel explained urgently. “There's no time to waste."

Raegan realized he was right and fell into a tense silence.

"I'll count to three, and then you jump, okay?" Mitchel said.

Before Raegan could respond, Mitchel's cool lips lightly brushed her forehead. A kiss without passion, yet laden with unspoken emotion.

As Raegan trembled, on the verge of speaking, Mitchel covered her eyes with his hand.

“Don't watch," he instructed.

“One, two, three.."

The next instant, the car door flung open.

With a rush of air, a faint "I love you" was lost in the wind.